Hey, my people. :)

Blah, blah, blah. Yet again, I return to , promising to stay here and write more. But things have been really hard and busy lately, but now I have a whole, what, six weeks of summer ahead of me to write. Basically, watching Torchwood: Children of Earth inspired me to write again, and now I come to post my newest story, my sequel to Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn. Expect gay love and lemon, if you're not comfortable with that then simply don't read the story.

So here's the thing. Tellius was well for six hundred and forty-two years after Ashera was defeated and peace was restored by the Silver Army. Gallia has become an integrated kingdom, with all tribes of the Laguz living peacefully, including those migrating from Hatari, the land of the Wolf Laguz. Royals Nailah, Skrimir and Tibarn ruled together as Nature's Order and Gallia is now ruled by their descendants. Goldoa, as ever, stays reclusive and refuses to converse with the other nations.

The same goes for Crimea and Daein, ruled by the descendants of Queens Elincia and Micaiah, respectively. War is a myth in this age, and even the remaining Raven Laguz learned to co-exist with the others. But Begnion is a fairly withdrawn region, and now the rumours are starting to surface.

Anyway, onto the story. Here goes...

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Dawn of Atlanté

A Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn fanfic

Written by Soul Say Archer.

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Chapter One

A Royal Greeting

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"Please, your Majesty, I beg of you!"

"No, Mallus, I'm not sending spies to Beignon. I refuse. Kathila may be secretive and refuse to join in with our laws and policies, but that is Begnion's business, not ours."

The weedy, stressed-ridden man huffed a sigh and turned away from his Queen, his long robe trailing along the floor as he walked slowly from the throne room of the palace. He was followed by two of his maids, carrying some books and scrolls as he headed to the library of the castle.

Queen Alyssa sighed softly, resting her head in her hands. Her wavy blonde hair fell over her face, and she groaned in frustration. She didn't understand what it was with Mallus, the Royal Tactician, but he seemed determined on forcing the Kingdom of Begnion to open up and reveal their reasons for becoming so withdrawn. Alyssa knew that Mallus doubted her capabilities, and her abilities as Queen. Alyssa was only seventeen, having inherited the throne of Daein from her father, King Railen IV. But that wasn't the only thing she inherited from him. No, she also inherited the Brand of Lehran from her great ancestor, Queen Micaiah of Daein.

This mark was somehow different to those of the other Branded. The tattoo-like mark was in the form of a heron, the type of Laguz that Lehran, her ancient ancestor was. He was still alive, in fact, being a Heron Laguz and all. He was now two thousand years old, living in the Tower of Guidance in Begnion. He occasionally visited Alyssa, and she cherished the moments she had with her long-lost ancestor.

Her bright blue eyes opened as a servant entered, and she lifted her head quickly, brushing her hair from her pale face.

"Your Majesty, I present the Nature's Order; King Fallon, Queen Belleza and King Garra of Gallia." The servant then left swiftly as three figures entered, the three Laguz royals that ruled the nation of Gallia.

First was King Fallon, son of the late King Tibarn of the United Bird Nations. He had his father's long, black hair, and his mother's green eyes, a solid Jade colour. He stood fairly tall, and of a muscular build, taking after his father again. In fact, if you added Tibarn's scar to Fallon's face, then he did look the spitting image of the previous King. He wore his father's tattered bandages woven around his arms, and the feathered necklace worn by every Hawk King in history. To differentiate himself from Tibarn, he wore a long, open purple jacket instead of the traditional green one.

Next was Belleza. She was known widely as the granddaughter of King Skrimir, although she wanted so desperately to be known as a great Royal herself. She had the flowing red hair and golden eyes of a Lion Laguz, albeit with a smaller frame and a more feminine presence than her brutish ancestors. She wore a pair of tight leather trousers and golden rimmed boots, along with a frilly white shirt that seemed to flow down her strong arms. The aura she gave off was that of strength and righteousness, fitting for a Lioness.

Finally was Garra. He was more like Skrimir and Caineghis than Belleza was; brutish and sometimes violent. Not that he didn't have a soft side, though, especially around Alyssa. He could be the most playful person or a true gentleman at times, but in battle he was a force to be reckoned with. He was, in fact, Queen Nailah's great-nephew, and had moved his people, the Wolf Laguz, over to Gallia from distant Hatari. He wore only a pair of long, baggy shorts, preferring to be as naked as he could at all times. His short black hair always seemed to remind Alyssa of animals, which wasn't surprising seeing as he was a Laguz. She did know him to just strip completely at some times: the man was just so confident about his appearance.

Alyssa stood up from her throne, the Royal Sceptre she held knocking on the floor slightly as she grasped it. Her knee-length blue skirt swayed as she stood, her pale blue corset showing under the Royal Cloak worn since Micaiah was Queen six hundred years ago. The eye on the front symbolized Clairvoyance, something that was a gift to all of Lehran's (and therefore Micaiah's) descendants. The seventeen-year-old stepped down from her platform and greeted her fellow Royals.

"Hello. It's been a while," she beamed, her gaze scanning across the three Laguz, all taller than her.

Fallon was the first to talk, hugging Alyssa softly. "Yeah, too long. We thought that we'd all have to come and see how you were doing as Queen."

Alyssa blushed slightly. She'd been the ruler of Daein for barely a month and people were expecting so much of her. She had citizens coming to the palace on a daily basis to ask for help with something or another, usually settling disputes between bickering families in the slums, or occasionally a farmer would come asking for help fighting off stray wolves that were attacking his livestock.

"Yeah, 'Liss. We were expectin' an invite sometime. I mean, we saw you at the Crowning, but we didn't get a chance to talk then." Garra stepped forward, patting the blonde's head roughly.

"Oww! You dumbass, that hurts!" she said, dodging his strong hand and stepping away towards Belleza.

The Lion Queen seemed rather harsh in the way that she scolded her friends. "Garra! Fallon! You both know that we left Gallia for a reason. We can't stay here for long; Gallia needs us."

Alyssa looked up at the fiery-haired woman, seemingly only a few years older than her. "What do you mean? You guys came to Daein for something else?"

Garra's face was a slight pinkish colour as he replied, "Yeah... there's some weird stuff goin' on, 'Liss. It's a kinda long story, though."

Alyssa took her seat once again at the throne. "I have the time. Anything you guys need, I'm here."

Belleza leaned against one of the stone pillars by the large oak doors, speaking calmly. "It all started with the dreams. Whatever's going on, they are the key to it."

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End of Chapter One

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Author's Notes:

Yeah, looking back, that doesn't seem a very long chapter, but it's over 1,000 words, so by my standards it's long enough to post. And I can't really drag this chapter out any more without throwing two chapters in one, but then it'll feel rushed. Let me know what you think of this story in a review, and vote on the new poll on my Profile. Thanks for reading, guys. :)

Oh, and if you're wondering about why my name is with spaces above, it's because the document manager seems to hate me typing 'Soul Say Archer' with full stops instead of spaces and changes it to '.Archer.'

~Soul.